Where, what, when, who, why?
The noiseless noise drifts by
My tilted ears open wide
A silence that deafens my wounded pride
Loneliness tightens around its prey
Choking sobs of the ones that pray
Clambering darkness that threatens the day
What heralds this madness
I heard them say.
Who or what would be so bold
Why were such events not foretold?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Della, gee, i've never had thoughts quite like these. i like all the rhymes except pray/prey. i mean pray/prey! bri :) i've heard of that N-guy, but don't remember well. i've opened a Section C in October's showcase and i'm going to swipe one of yours, thanks. but not this one. bri :)